Bleacke's Geek (Bleacke Shifters) (12 page)

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Ken wasn’t sure where he should take his stuff when they returned home. Dewi and Beck were nowhere to be seen.

“Take all yer clothes upstairs to yer bedroom,” Badger said as he tossed him a garbage bag. “Dewi’s room,” he clarified. “It’s both of ye’s room now.”

Ken carried it upstairs and started to toss the bag of clothes on the floor in the corner, intent on taking care of them later, when he realized half the dresser drawers stood ajar. When he investigated, he found them empty.

“I made room for you.” He jumped, startled by Dewi’s soft voice from the doorway. She wore a playful grin and walked across the bedroom to wrap her arms around him and kiss him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” He realized he had. In a bad, bad way. When he laid eyes on her, his heart started racing in his chest, throbbing, his body wanting to curl around her and hold her forever.

And his cock hardened like forged steel.

He swallowed hard. “Finished with your call?”

She nodded. “All done.”

Badger lobbed two bags through the doorway. “I’m not lookin’!” he called as he quickly turned and headed downstairs for another load.

She laughed but didn’t take her eyes from Ken’s face. “Is there much more?”

“I brought all my clothes this time. I need boxes for a lot of the other stuff.”

She planted a kiss on him, so deep and passionate he considered taking her to bed right then except Beck appeared in the doorway with another load and dropped it. “The office is all yours whenever you’re ready,” he said before leaving. “We’re done with the conference call.”

“I love you, Dewi,” Ken whispered. “I don’t know why this happened, but I’m glad it did. I hope you don’t change your mind about me.”

“Never,” she assured him. Then she grabbed his hand. “Come on. I’ll help you unload.”

After they unloaded, she gave him a tour of the house. All he’d really seen of it so far was the garage, kitchen, her bedroom, which was the master bedroom, and her bathroom. Four bedrooms upstairs, each with its own bath. With some relief, Ken noted the bedrooms Badger and Beck occupied were the farthest from theirs.

Downstairs were the kitchen and breakfast areas, a large, formal dining room, a living room, the office, a workout room, a huge, comfortable family room where they watched TV, and an enclosed lanai that could be used as another outside room if the weather was right. A large hot tub sat off to the side, secluded behind several large potted palms that screened it from both the pool and the house. A small pool house completed the ensemble. The gigantic pool looked more like a serious training pool than one meant for family recreation.

“It’s a fifty-meter pool,” she said in answer to his unasked question. She pointed to the large backyard. “We’ve got trails all through the woods,” she explained. “For running and training. And a shooting range. We keep that separate from the house. It’s about a hundred yards that way.” She pointed.

He noticed with the exception of the sound of her voice, the sound of the AC handler running somewhere nearby, birds, and the gentle breeze through the surrounding pines, he heard…

Nothing.

No traffic.

How long since he’d been able to close his eyes and not hear something?

Too damn long.

He did just that—closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and listened.

After a few moments, she laced her arm through his. “You look happy,” she said.

He nodded. “I am. This is great.”

“Peaceful.”

“Yeah.”

“Wait’ll you see Idaho. Even better. Gorgeous mountains.”

“I did mention I hate to fly, right?”

“Maybe I can convince you.”

* * * *

He opened his eyes and looked at Dewi. She loved his eyes, sweet and brown, giving and honest. What you saw was what you got. “Can I help you grade your papers?” she asked.

“Thanks, but it’s okay. It’ll only take me a couple of hours.”

“After dinner, we can take a swim.”

She felt him tense. “Maybe just a dip in the hot tub,” he countered.

“Please?”

“I’m not much into swimming.”

“It’s a heated pool. It won’t be cold.”

“That’s okay.”

There was more. “
Can
you swim?”

“Define swim.”

“You can’t swim?”

He shook his head, his face turning red. “If by swimming you mean sinking to the bottom of the pool like a rock, sure. If by swimming you mean not drowning, then no, not so much.”

She draped her arms around his neck. “I’ll teach you.” She bumped her hips against his, grinning when she felt his bulge stiffen in response. “We can even make love in the pool later, after everyone else is asleep.”

“Ah. So that’s your plan. I should have guessed.”

“You’re complaining because I want to make love to you in the pool?”

He smiled. “No. I’m still trying to accept that you want to make love to me at all.”

I really need to work on his self-esteem.
“You go get your work done so we can play.”

“By play you mean fuck like bunnies.”

“How would
you
define play?”

He kissed her, tentatively at first, then growing bolder. Her lips parted for him and she felt his confidence build as he explored and tasted. When he lifted his head, she fought the urge to drag him upstairs to bed. “That’s a good start,” he said.

She fixed him lunch. After, she helped him get settled in the office and pulled the door mostly shut with the promise not to distract him. If she couldn’t spend the afternoon in bed with her mate, she could blow off steam working out. She changed into workout clothes and went back downstairs. She had Pink screaming in her ears as she abused the elliptical machine when a tap on her shoulder startled the hell out of her.

Beck stood there, his face an unreadable mask. She pulled out an earbud. “What’s wrong?”

“Mind if I work out, too?”

“Why would I mind?” He didn’t answer, and then she realized why he asked. Forever, regardless of how many times they’d made love, despite being nearly as close as soulmates in many ways, there would now be an invisible barrier between them.

“I don’t mind,” she softly said.

He nodded and started toward the weight bench. She reached out and touched his arm. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I will be.” He smiled. “I know you wouldn’t pick someone not good enough for you. All I care about is that you’re happy.” He looked down at his hands. “Are you happy with him?”

She was happy, but despite knowing it was nature that brought them to this point, she couldn’t help feeling somewhat guilty. What she’d had with Beck she would have labeled love before last night. With Ken firmly embedded in her heart, the emotions she’d felt for Beck, she now realized, came nowhere close to love.

At least, not romantically. Love Beck? Yes, she still did.

As a friend and family, but not as a soulmate.

Not anymore.

“Yeah,” she said. “I love him. I’m happy.”

He smiled and nodded without looking up at her. “Good. That’s all that matters.” He walked over to the weight bench and started setting it up. Dewi popped her earbud back in, increased the resistance setting on the elliptical machine, and pushed herself even harder.

Chapter Seven

Ken, as he was quickly becoming comfortable thinking of himself, shifted uncomfortably in the office chair. He’d removed his underwear as Dewi had asked and felt nearly naked despite his clothes.

It didn’t help that every time he thought about her, or heard her somewhere outside the office, his cock thickened and stirred and wanted to go hunt her down and fuck her silly. Three hours later, he’d managed to get all his papers graded, hopefully accurately. He sat back, stretching in his chair.

Dewi softly tapped on the door and stuck her head in. “Done?”

He laughed. “How’d you know?”

A sweet grin creased her face. “I’ve been waiting.”

“Reading my mind again?”

“Sort of.” She stepped in and pushed the door closed behind her. He didn’t miss that she locked it. “I didn’t want to disturb you. I promised you I’d let you get your work done.” She walked over and crawled into his lap, kissing him.

Ken fought the urge to groan as his hands roamed her body.
A drug.
That’s what this felt like, an insatiable craving to be with her. Not even to be inside her, just to feel her flesh under his hands and have her close enough that her sweet scent filled his lungs.

After a few minutes, she stood and pushed his legs apart, a wicked smile on her face. “This is why I wanted you to go commando for me.” Faster than any human could move, she dropped to her knees and had his pants unzipped and his cock in her mouth.

“Ohh…Jesus!” he moaned. His hands automatically settled on her head, his fingers buried in her hair as she went down on him. Fast and hard his climax hit, totally beyond his control as she made those sweet content-sounding noises again while she swallowed him.

No strength in his body, all he could do was sit there, eyes closed, while she nuzzled his spent cock and he stroked her hair.

Her tongue flicked out and licked his sac. “Good?”

He let out a long, loud laugh. When had he ever laughed this hard and this much? “Sweetie, do you even need to ask?”

“Yeah.”

It was her soft, nervous tone more than anything that forced him to open his eyes. Now he saw her worried expression as she sat there, her cheek pressed against his thigh, her eyes closed.

He grabbed her arm and dragged her back into his lap. “Dewi,” he hoarsely said, “let me set you straight about something. I’m the one worried you’ll come to your senses, not the other way around.” He caressed her soft, creamy cheek, his thumb lightly brushing over the subtle spray of freckles below her eye. “I’m not going anywhere as long as you’ll have me, baby. I swear it.”

She threw her arms around him and buried her face against his chest. It felt better than right to hold her like that, to comfort her, reassure her.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” she admitted, her voice muffled against his chest.

His fingers trailed along her arm. “Join the club. We’ll figure it out as we go along. Together.”

She snuggled even more tightly against him, as if trying to become one with him. “Together,” she agreed.

* * * *

Ken offered to help cook dinner. Badger didn’t turn him down. Dewi perched on one of the counter stools and watched the men cook. Badger focused on making meatballs for the three wolves and a vegetarian burger for Ken, while Ken threw together a salad and some mixed veggies for a side dish, as well as some garlic smashed potatoes.

Ken noticed someone was missing. “Where’s Beck?” he asked in what he hoped came out as a casual tone.

Dewi tipped her head toward the back sliders. “He went out to the gun range to empty a few clips.”